The weeks after the council meeting were a blur of activity.
The factions moved faster than anyone expected. Investigations were launched. Records were seized. Arrests were made. The Beaumonts, the Ashworths, the Greys—families who had operated in the shadows for centuries—were finally exposed.
Some fled. Some fought. Some confessed.
But none of them could hide anymore.
Sasha watched it all from Haven, receiving daily reports from Cassandra, from Marcus, from Elder Okonkwo. The facilities were being shut down one by one. Hybrids were being freed by the dozens. The network that had operated for forty years was finally crumbling.
But something bothered her.
The names on the documents—Beaumont, Ashworth, Grey—were old, powerful, respected. But they weren't the only names. There were oth
